i know i got a boner

i love this shit. this shit makes me hard.

[snipedt]

bonnmot:

‘I used to live ‘round these parts, not too far from here.’ That’s why he was standing, staring at Tim’s building. 

     “Oh, yeah? Oughta be glad you got out quick, rent started skyrocketin.”

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whitestetson:

‘Those travel-size board games fallen outta fashion? I’m not surprised. Playin’ Connect Four on an airplane, hit turbulence and your chips’d all disappear, end up halfway down to the cockpit.’ Another circle, next to the first. Raylan’s hat is low over his eyes, avoiding the last beams of light.

     “Sure, that’s your biggest problem with turbulence. Ruinin your game of Connect Four.” He looks sidelong at Raylan, flatly, and then over at the smouldering wreckage a ways down the beach. 

[snipedt]

whitestetson:

It would be a picture-postcard sunset if not for the wreckage still burning where it’s partly buried, not far off. They’re at least out of the way of the smell.

‘If this is how you wanna occupy your time, Tim, I’d come up with a game that lasts longer than a couple seconds. Dig around, find a Monopoly board.’ Sitting, he digs his thumb into the sand and leaves a circle in the corner of the grid.

     “Onea those Harlan things, bringin an entire board game on a plane? Sounds like a Harlan thing.” Harlan. It’s goddamn miles away, unbearably far, so far that it feels like it’s a fiction, a joke, something out of a book. He puts a cross in the middle.

[snipedt]

@whitestetson

     “You in?” He’s scratched a game of tic-tac-toe into the sand, wet enough that it’ll hold it. The sun’s hitting the edge of the horizon and painting everything heavy, warm red.

[snipedt]

bonnmot:

It’s not the perfect time to satisfy her mild curiosity, but it’ll do. They’re the only ones in the veteran’s club in the daytime so she can speak at full volume. 

‘Do you own a gun, or do you have to hand in your rifle at the end of the day? I’m prepared to be surprised, Tim.’ She’s not surprised he’s a lawman now, even if she wouldn’t have guessed he’d be a Marshal of all things. 

     “The whole ‘hand over your badge and gun’ thing loses some of its je ne sais quoi if I’m handin my gun over every night before I leave anyway.” He’d like to say he’s not a day drinker, but he is, so there. He has a sip of beer and ruminates. “If you wanna be specific, though, I got a gun for my job and a gun at home just in case, and they let me have a rifle outta the lockup if someone needs shot from a distance.”

[snipedt]

sameriver:

Willard probably needs a sign for his cubicle saying I just work here, if only he were allowed decorations. There’s been an awful lot of people hovering over his shoulder, lately.

‘I’m no lawyer. Couldn’t tell you.’

     “Well, I’m no lawyer, but I got a pretty good grasp on the law as it pertains to my job.” Lousy excuse if you ask Tim. He props a hand on his hip. “Anyway, you gotta hop along with me, if your name’s Benjamin Willard. Tim Gutterson, Marshals Service.” He flashes the badge. It’s always a good day when he can flash the badge.

[snipedt]

@sameriver

     “Y’know what I always wondered is, how come y’all get to poke at my Facebook messages whenever you please just ’cause you’re in the mood to see who I’m tellin to stop sendin me Candy Crush requests, but I gotta get a warrant to read someone else’s postcard?”

[snipedt]

@sameriver

     “You hear that?” He had his lighter out; he puts it away again, cautious, lined with tension. The only movement he makes is to take the cigarette out of his mouth and tuck it into his top pocket.

[snipedt]

memoryserved:

Their wrists are out with did-they-goddamn-rehearse-this grace and speed. “Oh no Marshal, what’re you gonna do? Put me in handcuffs?”

     “Well I can’t now because I’m worried you’re gonna get us both arrested for public indecency.”

[snipedt]

memoryserved:

Tim ‘Five Seven’ Gutterson isn’t rising to anything. “Wow! That’s a world of difference – I take it back. You are tall and it’s not weird at all.”

     “There’s no need to be so sarcastic.” Not so fun when the shoe’s on the other foot, is it, Timothy. “It’s against the law to bully a US Marshal, I could arrest you here and now.”

[snipedt]

memoryserved:

   “God, is it such a sin to like you just as you are? Which happens to be your default, 5′7 state of being?”

     He’s not gonna say anything. He won’t rise to it.

     Nope he’s definitely gonna rise to it. “Eight. Five eight.”

[snipedt]

memoryserved:

   “Yes.”

   “Disturbingly so.”

     “Well now I’m gonna have to get some built-up shoes just to spite you. Did you stop to think about that ’fore you broke my heart.”

[deputygutterson]

[snipedt]

@memoryserved

     “Hey, Ken.”

     “You think I’d look weird if I was taller?”

[snipedt]

whitestetson:

‘What’s that?’ Meaning the drink, Raylan points at it as he sits down to Tim and accidentally swipes his finger through the cream bobbing in the soda. ‘Oops.’

He’s definitely happy with his own ice cream and the situation at large, so he’s a little puzzled by Tim’s apparent general malaise.  

‘You seem awful tired.’

     A pained expression. “I don’t wanna talk about it.” Tim has a long sip of his drink. It tastes good but he isn’t really feeling it. He pulls a piece of lettuce out of his burger and eats it, looking morose. “It’s a Purple Cow. Grape soda float.” Another sip, to wash out the taste of wet lettuce, and then he takes the top bun off his burger so he can pluck out the pickles.

[snipedt]

whitestetson:

Raylan appreciates the existence of complex flavours, he just doesn’t want to try them right now and he doesn’t want to be pressured into adding things to his vanilla shake if he orders a vanilla shake. He doesn’t know what cocoa nibs are, but he’ll chance a shake and a slice of pie as that appears to be some kind of bonus.

The day is bright and warm. He takes his order to the seats out front and stands beside the table to take his jacket off, watching the ice cream on his pie as it melts.

     Tim heads over to Raylan’s table with a purple cow float and a chicken burger, lowering himself wearily into the seat and letting out a long sigh. There’s some grape juice on his index finger and he sticks it in his mouth to lick it off before it gets sticky.

     “Hey Raylan.”

[snipedt]

obtused:

   “My mum told me I was handsome. Those women’ll say anything.” Tentatively, shyly, his stream takes up again. “Anything to say about the cock-shaped elephant in the room?”

     Okay, but, he is handsome, so. Checkmate? “You want a review or somethin? I’m not an expert.” Okay, but, he kind of is, so. Checkmate two?